Is that a Greek restaurant?
As with everything to do with Begg, a story goes with this song.
Sometime in the mid-late 70’s, I got a call from a girl in Flint, MI.
Don’t go there.
Ever.
This girl said: Begg, every girl has ever dated you hates you guts–no need here for details.
Anyway, this girl says “Despite my, most deserved animus for you, you’ve got to come here to see this singer before he goes to the Moon.
Hers was not a request, but rather a summons to appear–in Flint, MI
Don’t go there.
Ever
We ended up in a tawdry local bar that stank of stale, spilled beer and from guys pissing on the floor and used cigarettes.
At this point, we must mention juxtapositions, yes, juxtapositions
In the very midst of this working class beer hall were all these Beggesque guys in slicked
back hair and nice, but very flashy suits.
These with Hollywood recording agents on the prowl.
In Flint. Don’t go there.
EVER
In a rundown bar with Begg and this girl who said to me; “Just you wait.”
A band came on a small stage in this trash bar–much, I imagine, like the Beatles and the Stones and others started in.
Bouncing into the center came this tiny colored kid wearing a girl’s silk nightgown, open, a corset, black tap pants, garters, stockings and little 2″ black pumps.
I said to myself “Well Begg, this pretty much defines juxtaposition.
The colored boy ripped off the silk gown, revealing a tight build, about 95 pounds and a 19″ waist.
Yes, 19″.
Then, a show began that was simply surreal.
The boy was a local no-body called Prince–his name from Baptism.
Prince had no fear.
None.
Yes, he went shortly up to Valhalla~~and you know the rest.
The thing about Prince–besides his magnificent talent was that he had absolutely no interest in the “rules attendant upon being a star.”
He ignored everyone in Valhalla and did what he wanted and boy what he did.
Looking back, I think of Prince and how much like Begg and Trump he was.
None of us care what anyone says or attempts to tell us to do.
As evidence of this demand to be free that he shares with Trump and Begg, prince recorded his first song, mind you at a time before the world fell completely off a cliff into a cavern of crudity.
The first song from Prince was called “It’s Soft and Wet”~~which it sure is, but this was wayyy out there in 1978. The agents didn’t want to publish.
Prince didn’t care, AS I don’t care. As Trump doesn’t care. What other men say to do.
We do what we want~~hang the criticism, hang the consequences.
It is the ultimate liberty.
Not caring a damn.
Which brings us to today’s song, my favorite of all Prince’s work.
CREAM
Girl to slick Begg–I just want to go to Minneapolis!!!
Slick to girl–“what’s that a Greek restaurant and why are you dressed like this?”
Girl to slick–“I like the way I dress, besides, Prince likes it.”
Slick to girl–“Who is this Prince?
Song now kicks off:
Cream
This is it
It’s time for you to go to the wire
You will hit
‘Cause you got the burnin’ desire
It’s your time (Time)
You got the horn so why don’t you blow it
You are fine (Fine)
You’re filthy cute and baby you know it
It’s time for you to go to the wire
You will hit
‘Cause you got the burnin’ desire
It’s your time (Time)
You got the horn so why don’t you blow it
You are fine (Fine)
You’re filthy cute and baby you know it
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don’t you stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don’t you stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
You’re so good
Baby there ain’t nobody better (Ain’t nobody better)
So you should
Never, ever go by the letter (Never ever)
You’re so cool (Cool)
Everything you do is success
Make the rules (Rules)
Then break them all ’cause you are the best
Baby there ain’t nobody better (Ain’t nobody better)
So you should
Never, ever go by the letter (Never ever)
You’re so cool (Cool)
Everything you do is success
Make the rules (Rules)
Then break them all ’cause you are the best
Yes you are
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don’t you stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don’t you stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Look up in the air, it’s your guitar
Do your dance
Why should you wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make you stronger
It’s your time (It’s your time)
You got the horn so why don’t you blow it (Go on and blow it)
You’re so fine (you’re so fine)
You’re filthy cute and baby you know it (you know it)
Why should you wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make you stronger
It’s your time (It’s your time)
You got the horn so why don’t you blow it (Go on and blow it)
You’re so fine (you’re so fine)
You’re filthy cute and baby you know it (you know it)
Cream
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don’t you ever stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Get on top
Cream
You will cop
Cream
Don’t you ever stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Don’t you stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Right there
Cream
Don’t you stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Sh-boogie
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Prince Rogers Nelson
Cream lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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IN THE NAME OF GOD.
AMEN
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I wear the chain I forged in life.
How short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?
IL MIGLIOR FABBRO
At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
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In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man.
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
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In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man.
~~Finis Origine Pendet…
The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”~~My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~~~Non Sibi
The declaration that:“I am here to save mankind,” means that:“I am here to rule mankind.”
The escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~Rejoice and Glad!!
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Amen~~
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~
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John Daniel Begg raises cotton.
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In the Old South, the real Southland, we had a charming expression, when asked what an idle man did for a living:
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“Oh, he raises cotton.”~~ -
Which meant, he did absolutely nothing at all, as cotton, “the white gold,” raises herself.
CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)
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Seal of The Catholic University of AmericaMotto:
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Deus Lux Mea Est
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Acta Est Fabula
The escape concludes…
The Catholic University Of America, Washington, The Federal District of Columbia.
1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.
“Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd The Mother of All Mankind" ~~ Paradise Lost Book One Verse 35 Our Mr Milton https://johndanielbegg.com/2016/03/09/the-infernal-serpent-he-it-was-whose-guile--stirred-up-with-envy-and-revenge-deceived-the-mother-of-mankind
How short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?Acta Est Fabula.
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Deus Vult.
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Ne plus ultra
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Our Queen
Our Queen now 68 years on
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Simply the best President we could ever hope to have.
Regina ~ Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi
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JOHN DANIEL BEGG 